That was enough to get Mike to turn around, because Briggs only thought he knew what he was doing. He knew the file. He knew the man he'd briefly met. He'd seen Mike tied up, and felt the drugs. But that was only the smallest fraction of what awaited him.
"You know?! Do you. Really." All of that tension and frustration was feeding into anger. It was better this than think about how tight his pants were. "I don't even know how long he's had me, Briggs! Or how long he can wait before he brings people back from the dead. Or--or what other tricks he has up his sleeve! I know ten times as much about him and I'm still flying blind! So cut the crap already, you don't know anything about this guy or what I'm doing!"
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Date: 2018-09-24 01:03 am (UTC)"You know?! Do you. Really." All of that tension and frustration was feeding into anger. It was better this than think about how tight his pants were. "I don't even know how long he's had me, Briggs! Or how long he can wait before he brings people back from the dead. Or--or what other tricks he has up his sleeve! I know ten times as much about him and I'm still flying blind! So cut the crap already, you don't know anything about this guy or what I'm doing!"